The Primitive Tribe is about to rise (1): Schrodinger’s cheat

With an extremely unnatural demeanor, the young man rejected the kind cultivator’s suggestion and shakily approached the “cliff,” slamming the door shut with a loud bang.  

His legs weak, he leaned against the wall as he stumbled further into the house. This time, when he saw the flying swords and talismans hanging on the walls, he no longer thought they were mere fan merchandise collected by an obsessive enthusiast—now he knew they were the real tools of an actual cultivator. QAQ  

Whether it was being reborn after death or transmigrating into a cultivation world, either one should have been an incredibly joyous event. But when two good things happened at once, why did it feel so utterly despairing?  

The young man instinctively pulled out his phone and searched online for news about “body possession.”  

He discovered that this world’s understanding of possession was almost identical to what he knew. Moreover, among the top search results, there were repeated mentions of a certain cultivator surnamed Zhou and the story between him and “Master Si.”  

After hurriedly skimming through the historical summary, his fear only deepened, terrified that he too might be imprisoned for hundreds or even thousands of years, forced to recite Buddhist scriptures until he lost his mind.  

Then he found this world utterly bizarre—there were none of the natural landscapes of ancient times, where one’s gaze would meet mountains and rivers everywhere. Instead, everyone lived in a steel jungle, not in immortal mansions built of wood and stone, but in a modern society fully equipped with appliances…  

This was just too absurd.  

Burning with curiosity about this world’s history, the young man opened a fan site—one that was easily searchable online, meticulously compiled by countless fans to instantly showcase Grandmaster Si’s greatness, ensuring that anyone who clicked in would be instantly converted into a fan. He focused and began reading.  

The more he read, the more astonished he became.  

Perfecting an assembly-line method for producing top-grade elixirs in just a month; mastering any field of study at an unprecedented speed; inventing numerous innovations still in use thousands of years later, benefiting all humans and demonic beasts alike; the beloved partner of the cultivation world’s most powerful Immortal Venerable; a pioneering figure highly revered by countless grandmasters; and in the first year of the New Immortal-Demon Calendar, single-handedly altering the history of mutual hatred between humans and demons, laying the foundation for their current harmonious coexistence…  

What kind of god-tier legend was this?! This was way too overpowered!!  

Looking at the familiar image of the white-robed immortal on the webpage, along with various adorable tiger photos, the young man suddenly recalled the lock screen wallpaper on the original body’s phone and realized—it was these two great figures.  

Reading further, he learned that in the millennia following the New Immortal-Demon Calendar, this “Adorable Tiger Grandmaster” had guided humans and demons in establishing numerous public facilities, proposing institutions like hospitals, police stations, and courts. Dazed, the young man blurted out without thinking:  

“So it was a fellow transmigrator senior?!”

After the initial shock came overwhelming envy. Thinking about the incredible achievements and astonishing talents of this legendary figure, then comparing it to his own cowardly self—who nearly got scared to death just stepping outside—the young man shed bitter, frustrated tears.  

How can the gap between transmigrators be this huge?!  

That said, even if given the chance, he definitely wouldn’t want to swap places with this senior transmigrator.  

After all, back then, there were no laws or order, and relationships between cultivators were far less harmonious than they were now—no one would have kindly approached him to ask if he was feeling unwell or needed help.  

Not to mention, this senior transmigrator had apparently ended up in the body of a young demon beast, one that was famously weak in combat and supposedly tripped with every step. A human suddenly trapped in an animal’s body would definitely struggle to adapt, especially when they had no idea how to fight like a beast. The young man felt like he had uncovered a truth no one else knew.  

Just imagining this senior risking everything to return to the human world, hiding his true identity as a demon, becoming the disciple—and later, the partner—of the cultivation world’s most powerful figure, mastering cultivation techniques and alchemy formulas that modern people wouldn’t even dare dream of… The young man’s scalp tingled with awe, his admiration for Si Qi surging like an endless river.  

Too strong… Just too strong!  

And then, reading about how Si Qi single-handedly invented miracles like refrigerators and air conditioners—lifesavers for ordinary mortals—the young man was left utterly speechless.  

After all, not every modern transmigrator could pull this off. Even if they knew about fridges and ACs, they wouldn’t be able to recreate them in this world!  

If he had to pick someone to transmigrate, he’d want it to be a legend like Si Qi. Someone like him? Without resorting to plagiarism, he wouldn’t even know what to do here!  

Si Qi must have been an extraordinary person even back on Earth… What a shame that, like himself, he died and ended up here. If he had lived a few more decades on Earth, maybe he could’ve experienced things like full-dive VR or interstellar travel in his past life…  

The young man’s thoughts spiraled wildly into fantasy.  

Yu Xi´s initial fear and unease slowly faded as he realized that this world’s most revered figure was actually a fellow transmigrator.  

If worst comes to worst and his identity was exposed, he could just say he was Si Qi’s fellow countryman. Maybe they would spare him out of respect for him?  

With that comforting thought, he read on and discovered that, a hundred years after the ascension of the great Si and Chu, humans and demons collaborated to produce a high-budget TV drama—spanning over 600 episodes—dedicated to their legacy.

After the initial shock came unparalleled envy. Thinking about the great achievements and stunning talents of this person, and then reflecting on his own pitiful self who nearly got scared to death just by stepping outside, the young man shed tears of sorrow and indignation.  

How could the gap between fellow transmigrators be so vast?!  

Still, even if given the chance to switch places with this transmigrator senior, he definitely wouldn’t want to.  

After all, back then, there were no laws or order, and the relationships between cultivators were far less harmonious than they are now—no one would specially come over to ask if you were feeling unwell or needed help.  

Not to mention, the body this senior transmigrated into was supposedly a demon beast cub, one notoriously inept at combat, stumbling with every step—a human suddenly inhabiting an animal’s body would surely struggle to adapt, and they wouldn’t be skilled in the beast’s fighting methods. The young man felt he had uncovered a truth no one else knew.  

Imagining this senior risking everything to return to the human world, hiding and concealing his demonic identity, becoming master and disciple—and later, partners—with the most powerful figure in the cultivation world, and mastering all sorts of cultivation techniques and alchemy formulas that modern people wouldn’t even dare dream of… The young man felt his scalp tingle, his admiration for Si Qi surging like an endless river.  

So strong… truly too strong!  

Later, seeing how Si Qi single-handedly created miracles like refrigerators and air conditioners—lifesaving treasures for ordinary people—the young man was left speechless.  

After all, not just any modern transmigrator could pull that off. Even if they knew about refrigerators and air conditioners, they wouldn’t be able to bring them from another world into this one!  

If he had to pick someone to be the transmigrator, the young man truly wished it could be someone as incredible as Si Qi. Someone like him wouldn’t even know what to do besides plagiarizing literature!  

He felt that even on Earth, Si Qi must have been an extraordinary figure… It’s a shame that, like himself, he died and ended up here. If he had lived a few more decades on Earth, maybe he could’ve even experienced holographic technology and interstellar travel in his past life?  

The young man’s thoughts ran wild with imagination.  

—  

Yu Xi’s originally fearful and anxious heart gradually calmed after realizing that the world’s beloved great figure was actually a fellow transmigrator.  

If his identity was ever exposed, he could just confess that he was Si Qi’s fellow countryman. Maybe these people would spare his life out of respect for Si Qi?  

With that thought, the young man learned that a hundred years after the ascension of the great figures Si and Chu, humans and demons collaborated to produce a high-budget TV drama spanning over 600 episodes in their memory.

It was said that the content was extremely meticulous, largely restoring the true story of Immortal Venerables Si and Chu from back then. Nearly everyone in the world had watched it over and over, holding it in the highest regard.  

Thinking that following Si Qi’s life trajectory would be like studying the history of the cultivation world across two millennia, the young man clicked on this incredibly long drama and began watching it seriously.  

Right from the start, an overwhelming flood of bullet comments swept across the screen, all saying things like, “Ahhhh Si Qi, I love you!!” The young man was dumbfounded.  

This passionate, exuberant style was completely different from the serene, ascetic cultivation world he had imagined.  

Adjusting the bullet comments to a level where he could at least see the screen, the young man watched the majestic, radiant, and overwhelmingly handsome tiger on display, then recalled the photos he had seen of an adorable, playful, and utterly cute little cub…  

Suddenly, he began to suspect that this supposedly “super accurate” drama might have been filmed under a director whose lens was clouded by a filter several thousand miles thick…  

Later, when he saw the plotline where it seemed like Si Qi had an “everyone adores me” halo, with the entire world showering him in endless, exaggerated praise, the young man was even more baffled. He thought to himself—if such a brainlessly sweet, unrealistic drama had aired on Earth, audiences would have torn it to shreds!  

Since when did anyone in the world ever get that popular?!  

Then he glanced up at the barrage of comments, where fans were spamming their idolizing, over-the-top praise like crazy.  

The young man fell silent for a moment before weakly pressing a hand to his forehead.  

…Alright, maybe it was possible.  

After spending several anxious months at home, learning the basics of this world, and even picking up divination through online livestreams, the young man finally used fortune-telling to confirm that the original owner’s death had been purely accidental—their soul had already reincarnated, so no one would mistake him for a malicious body-snatcher. He also divined that his upcoming journey would be safe and that he would smoothly integrate into this world. Taking several deep breaths, he opened his door for the first time in months.  

From now on, this would be his second life.  

Though he could never achieve the same greatness as Senior Si Qi, he believed that in such a fascinating world, his life would at least never be boring.  

—  

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“Hnn…”  

“Ah… be gentle…”  

The moment Si Qi regained consciousness, before his vision could even focus on his surroundings, his ears were assaulted by two breathy, unbearably intimate moans.  

Instincts left behind by the body’s original owner told him that the person panting heavily inside the room was his lover—the most important person in his life.  

An indescribable fury surged through him in an instant. Si Qi’s vision darkened, his head throbbing as if struck by a heavy mallet, and he staggered back half a step uncontrollably.  

Then, with a pale face, he stretched out a trembling hand toward the rough wooden door.

The next second, Si Qi finally snapped back to reality. Connecting the scene before him with Chu Feng, his gaze turned icy. Unlike the original owner, who would have timidly opened the door with fear and hesitation, he had no patience for that. He withdrew his hand, raised his leg, and delivered a vicious kick to the seemingly sturdy wooden door—as if aiming to smash the damned cheater’s skull in.  

With a thunderous BANG, the door shattered under Si Qi’s kick, splintering into countless pieces that flew into the room. Several shards struck the two entangled figures on the rug.  

The man on top let out a startled groan, caught off guard as he—well—finished prematurely.  

Meanwhile, the one beneath him met Si Qi’s deathly cold glare and let out a terrified shriek. He scrambled to cover his snow-white body, his rabbit ears perking up in alarm. His wide, round eyes made him look almost pitifully innocent.  

Si Qi glared at him with undisguised loathing.  

But unlike a typical scorned lover who might focus their rage solely on the “other man,” Si Qi’s darkened gaze locked onto the real target—his so-called “beloved,” who was still facing away from him. Crackling his knuckles, he prepared to deliver some well-deserved domestic violence.  

Then, as the cheating bastard turned around in a panic, guilt written all over his face—  

…Wait.  

Who the hell was this?!  

Si Qi froze mid-step, staring at the unfamiliar man before him.  

The stranger gaped back at him with a mix of shock, remorse, and disbelief—but one thing was certain: this was not Chu Feng.  

Si Qi’s tension eased slightly, but before he could fully relax, the original owner’s emotions—waves of anguish and betrayal—surged up even more violently than before. A flicker of rage crossed his usually composed face. His slender frame trembled faintly, and the corners of his striking phoenix eyes flushed red, making him look heartbreakingly vulnerable.  

The naked man on the floor hastily stood, his expression drowning in guilt. The sight of his still-exposed, unclean lower half made Si Qi’s stomach churn, his soul feeling split in two.  

As the man took a step forward, reaching out with those filthy hands, Si Qi couldn’t hold back any longer. He lifted his leg and kicked—sending the man flying over two meters through the air. The impact smashed him straight through the wooden wall with a deafening crash, hurling him into the sunlit yard outside.  

The commotion instantly drew the attention of nearby villagers.  

“What happened?!”  

“Elvin?! Why did you just fly out of your own house?!” 

“And why aren’t you wearing any clothes?!”  

The man—Elvin—clambered up, disoriented and covered in dust. Unlike a civilized person from modern society, he didn’t even bother covering himself, just hung his head in shame, unable to respond.  

“Huh?! Elvin, why do you smell like a beastman’s scent?! Isn’t your partner Si Qi?!”  

The crowd outside buzzed with gossip. Neither Si Qi nor the original owner wanted anyone to see their red-rimmed eyes, the unshed tears of humiliation. He forced himself to stand tall, struggling to keep his composure.  

Then he turned his head toward the delicate figure huddled on the floor—the rabbit-eared man wrapped in a blanket, gazing up at him with a small, infuriatingly sweet smile.

The man wore a smug expression, his face brimming with triumphant glee—not a trace of guilt in sight.  

Si Qi stared at him expressionlessly for a few seconds, then calmly looked away.  

No hysterics, no screaming—just icy indifference. The man’s proud smirk stiffened, his lips pressing together in frustration as he wrapped the blanket tighter around himself and reached for the scattered animal-hide clothes, dressing himself piece by piece.  

Meanwhile, Si Qi used the time to sort through the original owner’s memories.  

Xiu Xiu reminded him: [Master, the man in front of you has been reborn.]  

Si Qi raised an eyebrow: [So he’s the Child of the World?]  

Showing up and immediately stealing the original owner’s lover—sounded about right for a protagonist’s usual predatory tendencies.  

Xiu Xiu shook his head: [No, Master. The Child of the World is the one you just kicked out.]  

Si Qi: [???]  

Before Xiu Xiu could explain, Si Qi closed his eyes and absorbed the original owner’s memories.  

In the original timeline—before Si Qi arrived—the original owner had stumbled into the room, trembling at the sight before him. Shattered, he let the scumbag pull him into an embrace, listening through tears as the man spewed apologies.  

“We’re both beastmen—we can’t have children. I was momentarily tempted, that’s why I fell for him, a sub-beastman… You’re a beastman too, you understand, right?”  

Bullshit. Si Qi couldn’t stomach a single word. He gritted his teeth and fast-forwarded through the memories, watching the messy love triangle unfold. The scumbag apologized swiftly every time but never changed, cheating again and again, breaking the original owner’s heart over and over. Months later, he even showed up with a baby, begging the original owner to raise it for them.  

Finally disillusioned, the original owner left. But the scumbag chased after him, pleading and harassing him, while the rabbit-boy publicly branded him a homewrecker. In a fit of anger, the original owner abandoned the tribe, living alone in the wilderness.  

Surviving solo in the dangerous forest was no easy feat, but the original owner was strong enough to scrape by.  

Then one day, the rabbit-boy showed up, claiming the scumbag was mortally wounded and wanted to see him one last time. Though the original owner preferred solitude, the rabbit-boy’s relentless pestering wore him down. Remembering that the scumbag had once saved his life, he reluctantly agreed.  

Big mistake.  

The moment they arrived, the rabbit-boy and the scumbag ambushed him. When the original owner woke, his wrists were slit, his blood being fed to the “dying” scumbag. Seeing that his blood had healing properties, the rabbit-boy gleefully carved open his chest, ripped out his beast core, and said:  

“Eat this, and you’ll be completely healed.”

The last thing the original owner saw in his excruciating final moments was the rabbit-boy snuggled in the scumbag’s arms, both of them holding that blood-drenched beast core as they slowly fed it into the scumbag’s mouth.  

Si Qi: [… … …]  

What kind of cosmic injustice had the original owner suffered?  

Back when he was gravely injured and near death, the scumbag had saved him. In his delirium, he had mistaken that fleeting warmth for love, awakening only to fall head over heels for his “savior”—the first and only person he’d ever loved. And it turned out to be this trash.  

Being tricked into a shallow relationship was bad enough, but even after breaking up, he couldn’t escape being exploited—losing his life for nothing.  

Si Qi rubbed his throbbing temples.  

The cause of this mess was simple enough:  

The original owner was a snake-type beastman—cold-natured, averse to warm touches. Even in love, he wasn’t the type for excessive physical affection. Worse, his innate pride made him unwilling to submit, clashing with the scumbag’s… preferences. This left the scum—who had the self-control of a rutting beast—frustrated and pent-up.  

Had the scumbag been patient, the original owner’s icy exterior might’ve thawed enough to compromise for love. But just days ago, the scumbag had casually dropped: “We’re both beastmen—we really should have a child.”  

An open declaration of intent to cheat.  

Clearly, the scumbag had already been involved with the rabbit. Otherwise, why bring it up so suddenly?  

Today, the original owner—feeling unwell—had returned early from gathering fruit and walked in on this.  

This was no “accident.” The rabbit had deliberately seduced him, and the scumbag had zero self-restraint.  

Two willing participants, a spark ready to ignite—even if the original owner hadn’t caught them today, he would’ve eventually.  

The thought alone made Si Qi’s skin crawl. He hated messy drama, hated being tied to anyone but Chu Feng—even in name only.  

So when Xiu Xiu mentioned that the Child of the World would become the Beast God’s emissary thanks to the original owner’s sacrifice, Si Qi didn’t bother digging deeper. First, he had to clean up this disaster.  

Stepping through the shattered wall, he faced the gawking villagers and announced coldly:  

“We’re done.”  

As expected, the scumbag burst into theatrics: “It didn’t mean anything! I love YOU!”  

“And what of it?” Si Qi’s voice was glacial, eyes sharp with disdain. “You ‘love’ one person but sleep with another? Spare me your ‘affection.’”

The surrounding villagers gasped in shock. “Elvin, you were with someone else? But just days ago, Si Qi said he was going to pledge vows with you in front of the Beast God!”  

In this primitive, tribal world, pledging vows was equivalent to marriage—lacking legal weight but carrying far deeper significance, as it involved the sacred faith of every beastman.  

Here, the Beast God was absolute. No beastman would dare show disrespect before the deity, let alone deceive with false devotion. This was precisely why the World’s Will had arranged for the Child of the World to eventually become the Beast God’s Emissary—the title was lofty enough to be useful.  

At the mention of pledging vows, Elvin’s face twitched. His gaze toward Si Qi grew even more desperate as he begged, “I just made a mistake—one any beastman could make! I swear it won’t happen again!”  

The rabbit-boy, who had followed them outside, let out a wounded whimper at those words. His voice was soft, pleading, and wronged—yet neither Si Qi nor Elvin spared him a glance.  

Some of the single beastmen, however, couldn’t help but notice the delicate, pitiful sub-beastman. One spoke up: “Si Qi, Elvin’s right—it’s not a big deal. Everyone does it! And you two haven’t pledged yet, have you?”  

Tribal beastmen were… liberal in certain matters. If attraction struck and both parties agreed—often signaled by sharing food—they might spend the night together.  

Afterward, no obligations tied them. Sometimes, even when a child was born, the sub-beastman wouldn’t know the father’s identity, simply deducing it from the baby’s species and handing the child over. Beyond that? Nothing.  

But the pledged beastmen and sub-beastmen in the crowd frowned. Unlike their single counterparts, they didn’t condone such behavior.  

Even if Si Qi and Elvin hadn’t formally pledged, they’d already been living together. Si Qi ate the meat Elvin hunted, and he’d publicly declared his intent to pledge. In their eyes, that was as good as marriage.  

Normally, no one would deliberately seek out a partnered individual—even in this primitive society, where such matters were often muddled, they knew it was wrong.  

Yet some still insisted Si Qi was overreacting.  

Si Qi ignored them. The man before him was a habitual liar—his current remorse just another act. He’d inevitably slip back into old habits, breaking the original owner’s heart again and again. Si Qi refused to tolerate such filth.  

“I will never forgive this,” he stated flatly.  

Elvin’s face paled. In all their time together, Si Qi had never looked at him with such icy contempt. His body locked up—whether from guilt or the primal terror of being sized up like prey, he couldn’t say. Swallowing hard, he whispered, “Don’t be like this…”  

Seeing this, the rabbit-boy suddenly leapt forward, indignant. “Si Qi, you’re the cruel one! You never loved Elvin at all! You only clung to him because he saved you—because you needed someone to feed you while you were injured!”  

“Otherwise, why would you claim to love him, promise to pledge, yet refuse to let him touch you?! Elvin turned to me because you failed him!”  

“Now that you’re healed, you’re looking for excuses to abandon him—and even blaming him for it! You’re shameless!”  

The simple-minded beastmen, unused to such silver-tongued rhetoric (save for the tribe’s great shaman), were swayed. Suspicion flickered in their eyes as they studied Si Qi.  

Si Qi nearly laughed at the sheer audacity of the lies.  

Even more absurd?  

The Child of the World—Elvin himself—now stared at Si Qi with wounded betrayal, exclaiming, “You were really scheming this all along?! How could you?!”  

Si Qi deadpanned, “So you believe I used you?”  

Elvin cried, “Obviously!”  

“Fine.” Si Qi nodded. “If you want to settle accounts, let’s settle them.”  

He strode to Elvin’s hut, yanked the door open, and gestured for him to enter.  

Elvin hesitated. The rabbit-boy, however, tugged him forward, chin raised defiantly, clearly itching for a fight.  

The curious villagers crowded closer.